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Chapter 83 The Magic Sword Protects the Flower in My Palm (19)

The candlelight flickered, and the cold light flashed.

The silver long sword pierced through the orange candlelight, and with the momentum of piercing through the air, hit the deadly place of the ancestor of the Chang family.

The ancestors of the Chang family seemed to have a feeling.

He tightened his grip on the cane, and while dodging, he swung the cane back with all his might.

"Ding!"

The Chang family patriarch's walking stick hit Yuhua's long sword.

The patriarch of the Chang family didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Yuhua inject spiritual power into the long sword.

The spiritual power quickly spread along the long sword to the crutches of the ancestor of the Chang family, instantly producing bone-chilling frost and sweeping towards him.

The ancestor of the Chang family was shocked.

Hastily withdrew the crutches, and at the same time got up from the spot, the gray robe fluttered in the air.

The blowing wind extinguished the candlelight.

It was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

This has no effect on Yuhua.

He quickly changed his attack and took advantage of his panic to directly grab his throat, his brows and eyes were sharp, like frost and snow.

"Damn it! Who are you?!"

The patriarch of the Chang family avoided him immediately, and the long sword still slashed across his neck, bringing a moment of icy pain.

The Patriarch of the Chang family was shocked and angry.

Yuhua ignored his question.

He turned the wrist holding the sword, and the sharp blade swept towards the neck of the ancestor of the Chang family, with lingering spiritual power.

Following his movements, the sleeves of his clothes rose in the darkness, and the azure blue cloud pattern had a faint brilliance flowing, and there seemed to be a murderous intent in the elegance.

The Patriarch of the Chang family leaned back suddenly, dodging his attack.

"Are you that cultivator?"

He stepped back a few steps in a mess, but his tone of inquiry was determined, and his eyes flickered slightly in the darkness.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

Yuhua just wants to kill people, not talk nonsense.

His long sword struck at the ancestor of the Chang family again, cold and calm, and cut several wounds on the opponent's body, but unfortunately none of them were fatal.

The patriarch of the Chang family was frightened and angry, talking to Yuhua while thinking about countermeasures.

"This old man has no grievances or enmities with you, why do you want to kill this old man?"

The sharp long sword cut through the gray robe, and the smell of blood gradually spread.

Yuhua's voice was emotionless.

Colder than ice and snow.

"The evil formation hurts people, damn it."

Before the words were finished, the sword had arrived at the face of the ancestor of the Chang family, with a bone-piercing ice-coldness.

The ancestors of the Chang family retreated steadily.

He touched the wall, irritated in his heart.

"Little friend, don't be so rigid, a group of ordinary people, how is it different from spirit beasts and spirit plants?"

"If you want to build a great way, you need to be informal."

Yuhua's brows and eyes were cold, her sword intent was cold, and her offensive became more and more fierce, forcing the ancestor of the Chang family into a corner.

"sophistry."

His voice always carries the coldness of Yun Dian Zhixue.

The mind has never been disturbed in the slightest.

"The Spirit Devouring Formation has already begun to operate, and the matter has come to this point, even if my little friend kills the old man, it will not help the matter..."

"This old man is not a stingy person, and he is willing to have a share with my little friend. You and I will make a great way together, how about it?"

While resisting Yuhua's attack, the ancestor of the Chang family suppressed the anger in his heart and uttered bewitching voices.

Withered and yellow hands, groping on the wall.

"Disdain to be company."

Yuhua sneered mockingly, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

"you!"

The patriarch of the Chang family was so angry that he was so annoyed that Yuhua pierced his shoulder blade in a panic.

Blood spewed out, and the smell of blood was very strange, with an unspeakable stench.

The Patriarch of the Chang family's face was distorted in pain.

He threw the crutch in his hand to Yuhua, and the crutch whirled in the air with strong spiritual power.

"Crench!"

Taking advantage of Yuhua's dodge, the ancestor of the Chang family quickly opened the mechanism on the wall, and the stone door that appeared suddenly opened and closed again.

The gray robe disappeared through the crack of the door.

The moment the stone door closed, the basement began to collapse.

Yuhua's snow-colored robes moved without wind, and the rich aura surged on him, and the silver light flowed in the darkness.

The coercion of the Mahayana realm, carrying monstrous spiritual power, sweeps and spreads around him with him as the center.

The long sword carries the spiritual power that breaks through the ground.

Attack upwards.

"Boom!"

The ancestor of the Chang family just escaped from the basement.

Yuhua broke through the ground directly and jumped up, rocks rolled around him, and smoke and dust fluttered.

And his snow-colored flowing clouds and his robes are flying.

Spotless.

The moonlight slanted on his body, as if coated with a layer of holy light.

The ancestor of the Chang family was horrified.

The Mahayana realm is complete!
Is this what the junior mayor said was easy to deal with? !
Pit ancestors! ! !

If you can't eat it, go for it.

The ancestor of the Chang family quickly fled into the darkness.

"Where to escape?"

Yuhua stared at the ancestor of the Chang family with icy eyes, poured spiritual power into the sword, and swung it across the air, with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

The spiritual power is like waves, spreading around him.

Wherever the sword energy goes.

Broken wells and ruins, smoke and dust everywhere.

The Chang family's ancestral house was razed to the ground in an instant.

The ancestor of the Chang family couldn't dodge in time, was swept by the sword energy, and was immediately sent flying, as if he felt as if his body was smashed to pieces.

"what--"

Hoarse screams pierced the night.

The body of the ancestor of the Chang family fell to the ground, rolled a few times in the ruins, like a rag, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood.

lingering, dying.

"What, what's going on?!"

Outside the ruins of the Chang family's ancestral house.

A large group of town people heard the sound and came.

The Chang family stood at the front, looking at the scene in front of them in astonishment, and saw Yuhua, who was exiled in snow clothes, at a glance.

Yuhua teleported to the present ancestor of the Chang family.

Condescending, the sword is frosty.

"Immortal! What are you doing?!"

The mayor rushed up in shock, trying to stop Yuhua's movements, while the other townspeople were at a loss.

"Get rid of evil spirits."

Yuhua's voice was cold.

The long sword with flowing spiritual power pierced the heart of the ancestor of the Chang family with an unstoppable momentum.

"stop--"

The mayor was terrified and threw himself in front of Yuhua.

Yuhua was unmoved at all.

The panic-stricken mayor had no choice but to lift a stone and smash it hard at Yuhua.

The stone has not yet touched the corner of Yuhua's clothes.

He was shattered by the spiritual power around him.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the sword sank into the body of the ancestor of the Chang family.

The ancestor of the Chang family grasped Yuhua's sword with his withered hands, his chest was dripping with foul-smelling blood, and the hat on his head fell down, revealing a face that looked as if it had been scorched by fire.

Rotten, twisted.

In the deep sunken eye sockets, the cloudy eyes stared at Yuhua.

"If you don't leave the old man alive, then..."

His hoarse voice was panting heavily.

With a weird smile on his face.

"Buy everything with the old man—"

Yuhua's eyes turned cold.

The spiritual power was injected into the body of the ancestor of the Chang family with the sword, and instantly smashed his corpse into thousands of pieces. Blood stains flew up, staining the corners of Yuhua's clothes, and then scattered by the spiritual power.

Even though the long sword was stained with blood, his snow robe was still not stained with dust.

Her eyes are clean and her brows are cold.

The moonlight cast the brilliance of the gods on his body.

"What have you done?!"

The impact of the scene in front of him was too great, the mayor looked at Yuhua with a dull expression, and questioned him involuntarily.

Gone, gone.

The hope of cultivating the whole family is gone...

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